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Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

A compact disc in a gatefold sleeve. In the way of all objects that exist in the physical world, it is subject to degradation and decay, but that too is beautiful. Share it with your friends! Listen to it in your car! Dance to it in your kitchen! Step on it by accident! Remember your death! You are an incarnate being who deserves incarnate music!
Includes unlimited streaming of More Postcards from Purgatory
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

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lyrics

Oh you willow with your black waving semaphore
trying to say something to me, something I'll never know;
oh you vines with your white wilting flowers
gray as ash in the leaving light -
you're coming with me,
oh, stick with me;
be more constant than I.

Oh my friend with the lamplight anointing your head:
how I love you, I love you, without you I'm dead
in the night with the red weeping taillights
sinking down the hill and out of sight -
you're coming with me,
oh, stick with me;
be more constant than I.

Oh you mist that in Eden once watered the ground,
oh you heat spells and deluges hounding me now,
oh you sword all flaming and turning
every way to the Tree of Life -
must you go with me?
must you go with me?
you're leaving nothing alive.
You go behind me,
and before me;
you're leaving nothing alive.
You're beside me,
and inside me;
you're leaving nothing alive.